Actus Quartus
Scena Prima.
[Enter Perez.]
Michael Perez:
I’ll go
to a Conjurer but I’ll find this Pol-cat,
This pilfering
Whore: a plague of Vails, I cry,
And covers for
the impudence of Women,
Their sanctity
in show will deceive Devils,
It is my evil
Angel, let me bless me.
[Enter Estifania with a Casket.]
Estifania:
’Tis he,
I am caught, I must stand to it stoutly,
And show no shake
of fear, I see he is angry,
Vext at the uttermost.
Michael Perez:
My worthy Wife,
I have been looking
of your modesty
All the town over.
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Estifania:
My most noble
Husband,
I am glad I have
found ye, for in truth I am weary,
Weary and lame
with looking out your Lordship.
Michael Perez:
I have been in Bawdy Houses.
Estifania:
I believe you, and very lately too.
Michael Perez:
’Pray you
pardon me,
To seek your Ladyship,
I have been in Cellars,
In private Cellars,
where the thirsty Bawds
Hear your Confessions;
I have been at Plays,
To look you out
amongst the youthful Actors,
At Puppet Shews,
you are Mistress of the motions,
At Gossippings
I hearkned after you,
But amongst those
Confusions of lewd Tongues
There’s
no distinguishing beyond a Babel.
I was amongst
the Nuns because you sing well,
But they say yours
are Bawdy Songs, they mourn for ye,
And last I went
to Church to seek you out,
’Tis so
long since you were there, they have forgot you.
Estifania:
You have had a
pretty progress, I’ll tell mine now:
To look you out,
I went to twenty Taverns.
Michael Perez:
And are you sober?
Estifania:
Yes, I reel not
yet, Sir,
Where I saw twenty
drunk, most of ’em Souldiers,
There I had great
hope to find you disguis’d too.
From hence to
th’ dicing-house, there I found
Quarrels needless,
and senceless, Swords and Pots, and Candlesticks,
Tables and Stools,
and all in one confusion,
And no man knew
his Friend. I left this Chaos,
And to the Chirurgions
went, he will’d me stay,
For says he learnedly,
if he be tipled,
Twenty to one
he whores, and then I hear of him,
If he be mad,
he quarrels, then he comes too.
I sought ye where
no safe thing would have ventur’d,
Amongst diseases,
base and vile, vile Women,
For I remembred
your old Roman axiom,
The more the danger,
still the more the Honour.
Last, to your
Confessor I came, who told me,
You were too proud
to pray, and here I have found ye.